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"Take him to see a doctor."
After saying this, Li Yan looked down at Abaningma. With his current injuries, he wouldn't be able to carry out tomorrow's commission. He then jokingly thought to himself, "Long live the Medicine Buddha," and then turned to leave.
"Stop."
The man who had attempted to attack Li Yan with a whip kick, only to embarrass himself, growled lowly.
Li Yan looked up, taking in the man properly for the first time.
Hawk-nosed, with dull eyes and freckles on his face.
His eyes were red as he picked up a blood-stained dagger from the ground, stooping over with the blade's point swinging towards Li Yan in a threatening manner.
Li Yan scoffed and said to the silent man with a pistol, "Do you think you can carry two people?"
Like an enraged bull, the man charged at Li Yan, the tungsten steel tactical dagger stabbing straight towards Li Yan's chest.
Li Yan snatched up a high-stool and flung it his way.
Buzz~
